My Dad saved us a lot of time and work by getting up early and cutting the apples for us.
Next they were cooked in this big pot and turned to mush....
a spoonful, (or bag full!) of sugar was added....
the jars were washed and the hot applesauce poured into them.....
such a rewarding part of the process,
watching the yumminess being canned knowing that in January
I will have a bowl full of August....
Sweet Paisley watching Grandma and Mommy....
Let me explain this picture:pictured on the far right is my Dad's beloved wood pile....this is akin to his very own World Series Trophy or Super Bowl ring....or his own Stanley Cup, I mean seriously, every.year. this man puts so much pride into this wood pile it's just about humorous!
don't know where it came from, but it's been around for quite some time and the grandchildren like to take it for a cruise...it makes for some great pictures. And it is the wagon that was used on our wedding day to pull some of the "baby" flower girls down the aisle.
Continue with me to the corner on the far left....I honestly don't know what to call this other then
and had a good chuckle! Old newspapers, small strands of baler,(or is it bailer?) twine, shotguns, labeled tools, pictures of his children, old calenders, pictures of horses, old church bulletins....and the thing is, it all means something to him. I am not making fun of him in anyway because I am my Father's Daughter...
Our finished product:
Precious Paisley very excited for the sweetness that will be hers in a few months.....
"October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came-
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band."-
~George Cooper, October's Party~